by Hickett » Tue Dec 31, 2013 7:00 pm
Ana sighed and bit her lip. "Fine, I'll go first." She teased. She looked at the ground as she started to speak. "I was four years old; it's funny I remember it, but I guess it's always the scarring moments we remember right?" She paused and sighed again. "My daddy was my best friend. Again, I don't remember a lot of that, but..." She just trailed off and started another part of the story. "We were homeless even then....and daddy got into some trouble with gambling, I guessed. One night, when we were walking down by the docks, I heard a bunch if gun shots and screams. He looked scared, like he knew what was coming. Of course, I had no idea what was going on. But my dad suddenly threw me down in the water....I didn't totally see the rest, I could barely keep my head above the water. But when I came back up...daddy was next to me...bloody, with lots of holes in his chest. All I saw was the blood, I knew that was a bad sign. I started screaming, and I didn't see the guys still on the dock. There was one more shot: they fired it at his head. And that's all I remember. The next thing I knew, I was in a tub in some room. And some lady was washing red stuff out of my hair..." Ana looked confused, she knew it. She still had problems deciphering reality and dream with that memory.
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